ladies night

Ibis Islands were a dream in the summertime. They often felt like the first good choice she'd made as alpha. Abandoning the rapids had been difficult but necessary after the volcano's destruction - and now they had their own private island. Theory lay sprawled on the warm sand, soaking up the last rays of sunlight as the sun sank behind the tree line. This was the life. Patrol was done, youngest siblings checked on, and a goodbye called to the mainland as she paddled out to the island retreat. Theo's eyelids were heavy from the carefree weight of a day well-spent. Just as she was beginning to drift off for a late afternoon nap, the sound of footsteps and a familiar scent touched the periphery of her senses. She lifted half an ear in acknowledgement and offered a sleepy smile but didn't move to get up.